Chapter 20 ۵ Desire

AUTHOR'S POV

Alejandro sat manspreading at the edge of his once pristine bed, with Yara perched on his lap. Her inflamed derrière dug into his crotch, a vivid reminder of his earlier discipline. She uncomfortably wriggled in his hold as his metal belt buckle pinched her already sensitive skin. She watched as his fingers pressed down into the side of her hips with a possessive firmness that left no doubt to who was in control. His dark gaze traced her neck, every flicker in his eyes suggesting that he was savouring her reaction to his every move, as if every breath she took belonged to him. He didn't look at her body, all he could find himself gazing at was her gullible face that tried to avoid contact with him.

"You liked that, didn't you?" His voice was a low, thrilling murmur, heavy with unspoken promises. He knew she didn't like any part of his punishment, in fact she hated it more than anything, but still he found amusement in teasing her, in mocking her, in making her feel miserable.

Yara tried her hardest not to look at his face as he whispered down her ear, but when she did she found a deep red blush onto her face, there was nothing cute or romantic about what was happening to her. In all honestly, she didn't know why she was blushing, was it embarrassment or was it the eye contact she had made with him? Either way she despised her body for reacting that way to the devil. She held his gaze, feeling the thrill of vulnerability wash over her. A slight, satisfied tug pulled at his lips as his grip tightened, pulling her closer, her back moulding to his front, a silent demand for the answer he wanted to hear. Her eyes shot back to the front, breaking eye contact, making it clear to him that he had an effect on her, one she couldn't control.

She wanted to tell him the truth and say no, her ass still throbbing uncomfortably from his cruel punishment "Y-Yes," she lied, knowing her fate would be worse if she told him the truth. Waiting for his response she bit her lip, staring down at his bed sheets. She could tell he knew she was concealing the truth, he could always tell. He unclasped her bra, throwing it carelessly on the floor.

"Yes what, baby?" He inquired, his hand gathering her hair and putting it to one side, revealing her sweet neck. He knew she was lying, he liked it that way, he liked knowing she feared him, so much so that she would lie to him.

"I-I liked it....." she could feel herself cringing at the lie she let out into the air. She hated how she couldn't shout, shout about how much she hated him, his discipline. She wrangled in his grip, but every now and then she would feel the bulge in his trousers prod her, causing her to stiffen in place.

A dark smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he leaned in, his breath warm against her pulsing neck "I thought so. You little slut" he huskily whispered in between kisses, emphasising the t. His hand drifted down on her smooth skin, his cold fingers trailing along her heated body, grazing her skin in a way that made her shiver. She watched as his vascular hand rested on her bare thigh. The soft touch on her thigh made her suck in a breath of air, she didn't know what was going to happen next but she found her heart riveting deeply in her chest.

"How far are you going to let me go? Hm......Yara?" his voice broke through her haze of fear. She intensely looked at his fingers as they rode up her thigh, dangerously close to her heat.

"Alejandro, please don't.......I did what you asked. I'm really sorry......p-.....please" she sobbed, her body wracked with hiccups of fear. Deep within him, a flicker of sympathy stirred, but he had trained himself to bury those exact feelings. His hand tightened slightly around her throat, forcing her head to fall back against his shoulder, and he studied her, watching the tears streak down her cheeks as she continued to cry.

"...please.....don't....I k-know you don't want.....this" Her voice cracked, trembling with desperation. Alejandro felt a grimace pull at his lips, the weight of her anguish echoing in the silence between them. The air felt thick, charged with the unspoken conflict within him, a battle between the instinct to comfort and the learned necessity to remain detached.

He carelessly let go of her neck, not giving a shit about her miserable little whimpers.

"You don't know what I want, slut" She only cried more and more.

"You don't want this......" She continued to say her point.

His pure frustration got the best of him as he grabbed her trembling chin, turning it to him "Yeah you're right, Malik.  I don't want this. You know what I do want? I want to fuck you raw until you can't walk. So be grateful I'm not doing that right now" she flinched at his choice of words.

"Fuck you!" She shouted. His gaze darkened and her choice of words only landed an abrupt slap straight to her drenched pussy. Her helpless cries fell louder on his ears, but he managed to block them out.

Her legs snapped shut, completely frightened. The buzz of the slap still resonating in her. "Open your legs Yara" he practically growled in her ear.

She tried her best to escape from his grip, twisting and turning, trying to find a way out of the cage he had put her in.

"No! You can't fucking control me like this" he couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh at her ongoing arrogance. It turned him on, made him want to push her down on her knees and face fuck her with his throbbing cock.

"Be a good little girl for me and do as I say?" His dick strained against his trousers.

"Why should I?" Her sobs died down, her words challenging him.

"Because you're my good little girl....are you not, Yara?" He teased her nipples, pinching them playfully, making them perk and harden up.

"I-I'm not" his brow raised at her response, an amused smirk unravelling on his lips.

"Is that so?"

"Mhm" she sniffled, the last of her tears disappearing.

"So you're my bad little girl then?" She had no idea where any of this was heading. She looked at him, her brows furrowed in innocence.

"So fucking hot" he breathlessly whispered. His left hand lingered back to her thighs that were opening lightly without her even realising, giving him easy access. His right hand stood settled on her tits, groping them.

"Tell me Yara, what's your favourite colour?" She looked up at him utterly confused. Why did he of all people want to know what her favourite colour was? Little did she know, this was all just a tactic for him to distract her from what he was planning on doing.

"Why do you want to know?" She snarled. A suspicious look resonating on her face. She was too distracted by the grin on his face to even realise the fact that his hands were slowly pulling apart her thighs.

"Go on" he mused, his right hand still playing with her nipples.

"What's your favourite colour?" She spoke ignoring his question like he never even asked it. He smiled at her, his right hand moving down from her tits to her heat.

"I asked you first Yara" she looked deeply into his eyes, trying to look for something, anything that wasn't lust.

She took a deep breath in "pink...." He chuckled at her response, making her realise how generic her choice of colour was.

"Yeah?" He murmured.

"Mhm"

"Pink?" He raised an eyebrow, feigning skepticism. "Really? Isn't that a little juvenile?" he pressed, his tone playful yet challenging. She winced her eyes, clearly offended. Her eyes diverted from his face and looked outside of the window, watching the orange sky outside.

"Are you saying I'm childish for liking pink?" she retorted, rolling her eyes, but her heart quickening in her chest.

He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips "Just making an observation. I would have expected something more mature from you considering you like to act it"

"Well, maybe you should know that liking a color doesn't define how mature someone is, Alejandro"

He chuckled, the sound deep and rich "Touché baby, touché"

"So.....what about you then?" He looked down at her his smirk tugging on his lips before he brushed his fingers over her pussy, catching her attention. Her eyes shot down to his hand that lingered between her thighs. She was so dazed in his words that she didn't realise, her legs were slowly opening up for him, giving him complete access.

"What are you doing Alejandro?" She looked up at him, hoping for an answer.

When he reached the place she was desperate for him to never discover, a sharp, barely contained whimper escaped her lips. She had never felt a feeling like this before and she hated it, it made her feel nauseated. Her body instinctively moved further into his chest, trying to move away from his provoking touch. It was of no use, he held her down in place, grazing her heat.

"Stop it!" She spat, trying to swat his hand away from her pussy, trying to pry off the hand that gripped her thigh open.

"You want to know my favourite colour Yara?" His dark demeanour showing once again. His fingers brushed harder against her folds causing her to bite her lips, giving him the satisfaction he wanted.

"Please....." She fidgeted, kicking and shoving as much as she could as he glided his middle finger over her wet pussy lips.

"Black......" he replied, his voice chillingly soft. His fingers slid away from her core, tracing up her stomach with slow precision. "It's the color that leaves nothing behind, no trace, no light, no hope" he murmured, his tone carrying a dark satisfaction.

She sensed his sinister vibe coming back once again, so she did the only thing she could think of, she elbowed him, sending a blow straight to his tough chest. Annoyingly, the hit didn't do anything to him, it only made him angrier. His once playful eyes merged into darkness as he landed another slap on her pulsing pussy, earning a cry from her. Her eyes were watering up in pain. She tried to snap her legs shut but his harsh grip on them made that impossible.

"W-why are you doing this?" She sobbed.

He didn't reply, he only stared at her in satisfaction as he slowly shattered her innocence. He continued to watch her golden brown skin glisten as he moved his fingers upward, his thumb now on her clit. He studied her every move as he started slowly circling her clit. A light moan involuntarily fell into the air. She hated this feeling, this feeling of her body giving in to her enemy. Her back lightly arched at his touch. She found herself fisting his white collared shirt, making sure to put creases in it.

"Get off of me Alejandro! I don't want this" she shouted, her cries barely making her words interpretable. He couldn't help but smirk, smirk at the way her body reacted to him no matter how much she told herself she hated him, she still moaned for him, still got wet for him.

"You're so bloody wet" he murmured, the words a deep, satisfied rumble, filled with a possessive delight that only fuelled the disgust and shame inside of her. She didn't know what to say and to be completely honest she couldn't quite form a sentence, she was a sobbing, moaning mess.

His fingers explored further, testing her, playing with her drenched folds, until she could barely think, her mind lost in the haze of resentment as she clawed at his arms, doing anything in her power to get his forceful touch away from her. He couldn't help but spread her thighs out on his soaking wet lap even more, holding them down as he continued to tease her glistening pussy.

"A-Alejandro...why are you doing this? W-" she moaned out in between the whimpers, not being able to finish the rest of her sentence. He loved hearing her angelic voice moan out his name. He loved hearing her helpless little cries ring in his ears. It turned him on more than she could imagine. He hummed in response. He slid his fingers lightly between her lubricated pussy lips, watching her hungrily as she purred, as she cried, almost wailing. Her fingernails slowly becoming less assaulting against his arm.

"You said you were a bad girl, no?" His voice dripped with a sinister sweetness, each word lingering in the air like a taunt. "Bad little girls deserve to be put in their place" The low murmur of his words sent a shiver down her spine, twisting her stomach with a mix of disgust and anger. Her tears slowly trailing from her face down to her breasts, drenching them.

Yara felt a surge of revulsion as his meaning sank in, the implication lacing his tone more unsettling than the words themselves. She recoiled inwardly, her heart pounding with a fierce mix of indignation and fear. The very idea made her skin crawl, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

"You're evil" she spat, not caring about how much worse he could make things.

He flicked her already sensitive clit, earning a jerk from her body "You fucking like this Yara?" He asked her, she was too traumatised to speak, it was like she was stuck in a trance. She tried her best to distract herself from what was happening by looking outside at the sun setting, hoping that the darkness would quickly come and swallow her up. He wasn't satisfied with her refusing to give him a response.

"I'm not fucking asking you again, answer me stupid girl" he yanked her chin, forcing her to look back at her pussy, making her watch every move he was making on her clit as she arched and squirmed.

"What do you want me to say? Yes and lie?" Her tears still fell down her face but this time the reason they were falling was because of frustration. The feeling of being small and powerless with him was despised by her, it made her angry. All she wanted was for him to stop teasing her and to move his rough thumb away her throbbing clit. But deep inside, away from the surface she felt pleasure, the pleasure of him circling her silky wet clit, distracting her from the hatred momentarily.

Her body flinched in desire, her eyes closing when his fingers lightly brushed over her sore clit, teasing her. "Stop it!" She yelped when he delivered another sharp slap to her pussy again. She hated the way she stopped squirming, her mind was telling her to push him away and to not give in but her body was doing otherwise. She opened her eyes, her senses coming back. She couldn't let him take this from her, not when she wasn't ready.

She reached her hand down to his in an attempt to push it away from her pulsing heat. He watched her pathetic attempt, smirking at her before taking her hand in a rough grip and pushing it towards her own cunt. He forced her to touch herself, to feel the wetness of her arousal.

"Do you feel how wet you are? Hm?" She could feel his voice vibrating against her ears. His hand guiding her fingers around her sore clit.

"Fuck......you...." She spoke breathlessly moaning as her own fingers circled around her clit, becoming drenched.

"That's a good girl" he praised, kissing her neck which was now covered in a think layer of sweat. He couldn't help but become intoxicated by the salty sweetness of her skin, grunting against it.

He continued to force her fingers around her weeping cunt, going faster and faster making her purr. No matter how much she tried to fight it, he wouldn't budge.

"Does that make your little pussy wetter?" He prodded. Piloting her middle finger to glide down the opening of her folds, making her throw her head back into his shoulder.

"Get the fuck.......off of me!" She panted.

"My fingers aren't on you. You're the one rubbing your cunt baby" he taunted, knowing fully well that the only reason she was rubbing her pussy was because he was making her.

"I hate you!" Her hot tears pricked her face and her body slowly filled with more unwanted pleasure.

He forced her legs apart even further, testing her flexibility. Letting let go of her hand, pushing it away and instead moving his own finger back to her clit, he was faster, rougher, more intense.

His thumb paced around her swollen clit. Going in every motion possible, making her moan in frustration. He watched as she tightly grasped his wrist, needing something to let her anger out on. Her curvaceous ass digging deeper into him making him harder by the second.

"Where did you learn to moan like that Cariño?" his deep voice spoke causing her to try her hardest to stop moaning. His skilful thumb caressed her sensitive clit. Her tits shone in the light with the amount of tears that covered them.

"Where did you learn to be such a dick?"

She cried out when he flicked her clit,

He enjoyed the startled cry she let out.

"You should probably shut up, wouldn't want Camilla to hear you being a little slut for me now would you?" He watched as panic rose in her eyes. A cynical smirk playing on his lips. She completely forgot Camilla was still downstairs somewhere with Elena.

She looked away once again, to distract herself, that was the only way she could think of to get herself to stop screaming out moans and sobs. "Did I tell you to look outside?" He growled against her ear making her quickly look back at his violating fingers.

"Good girl"

"I'll make sure these fingers do a lot more to you"

A long moan released from her mouth as he quickened the pace. She quickly put a hand over her mouth, scolding herself for letting a moan like that escape. He reached up to her face, aggressively removing her hand from her mouth, wanting to hear her moan for him.

"I'll make sure that when I'm done your cum's going to be dripping down your legs. Would you like that? Hm? Would your needy little cunt like that Yara?"

"Alejandro.....please stop...." he watched her eyes sensually shut again and her pussy get wetter. She couldn't help but unknowingly move her pussy closer to his fingers.

He watched as she squirmed as she got closer and closer to orgasming. Just as she was about to drive into pure euphoria his now dripping fingers abruptly moved away from her pussy with one last slap.

She looked up at him, her frustration evident. She should've felt relieved that he moved away from her, but instead she felt......disappointed? She had a greedy need to orgasm and she hated herself for feeling that way.

She felt dissatisfied, making eye contact with his icy blue orbs, trying not to act annoyed but her pouty look gave it away.

Quickly, she slid her body off of him realising he freed her from his hold. She took a few seconds to breathe before she spoke "what is wrong with you?" Her teary eyes were long gone, all she felt now was annoyance and repulsion towards him. He looked at her, pleased with the disheveled state she was in "there's a lot wrong with me Yara, you'll come to know that" she backed away from him, scared he would try and touch her again.

"W-why did you stop?" The question fell out of her mouth before she could even stop it. She scolded herself for asking him that.

"I'm meant to punish you Yara, not pleasure you" she almost forgot this was all a tactic to punish her.

He looked at her, as she played with her fingers, bit her swollen lips like she always did. He could see the disappointment in her face, it turned him on, making his dick throb for her tight pussy. The soft pout on her face still residing making something in him waver.

He watched as she nervously got off the bed, almost sluggishly picking up her dress, hiding her body with it.

"Come here" he instructed, his voice low. She thought about it for a moment, should she defy him or give in?

She slowly walked over, nervous.

"What do you want?" She snarled at him.

He took the dress from her shaky hands, placing it on his bed.

"Don't you dare hide from me, understood?" he husked, she hated the way he eyed her figure up and down.

Getting up from the bed, now towering over her, he lifted her chin up.

"I asked you something Yara"

"I understand" she cowered. Her lips parted slightly, anxiously waiting for him to let her leave but instead a flicker of passion washed over him. The next second he took her soft lips in his, his kiss igniting a fire deep within her. It was a demanding embrace, hungry and urgent, as if he were trying to reclaim something he'd lost. She melted against him, her body responding instinctively to the pressure of his mouth. Giving him entry to every inch of her mouth. His hands roamed possessively down her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, fueling her desire. It was a fierce need, an almost primal urgency that left her breathless. She wanted to resist but she just couldn't.

Yara felt a sharp sting as Alejandro's teeth nipped her lip, drawing a bead of crimson blood that shimmered against her skin. The shock of pain sent a thrill through her, intertwining fear and exhilaration. She gasped, the sound catching in her throat, but before she could process what had just happened, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers, but instead of tenderness, there was a raw urgency in his kiss. He tasted the metallic warmth of her blood, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her lip where the wound had formed.

Yara's heart raced, confusion mingling with a heavy rush of emotion. She felt the rough caress of his lips as he licked away the remnants of her blood, a possessive gesture that made her breath hitch.

"Alejandro, you can't just-" she breathed, torn between wanting to push him away and needing to draw him closer. His hand found the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair as he deepened the kiss, the heat between them igniting like a wildfire.

Pulling back slightly, he studied her face, his thumb brushing across the small wound. "I love it when you're afraid" he murmured, his voice low and teasing, sending a jolt of discomfort through her.

Yara swallowed hard, the line between fear and exhilaration blurring as she fought to regain her composure. "This isn't right" she whispered, her voice trembling, yet the way he looked at her made her pulse race in defiance of her better judgment.

"How come?" He questioned pushing her onto the bed with possessiveness. His body hovering over hers, sending fear to pulse through her veins.

"Because I don't want this, Alejandro. I don't want you." Her last sentence hung in the air, sharp and defiant.

A flicker of something dark crossed Alejandro's features, his eyes narrowing as his jaw tightened. The air around them shifted, charged with tension.

"What makes you think I give a shit?" he growled, his voice low and menacing, each word dripping with fury. He pressed more of his weight against her, laying spiteful kisses on her jaw.

He got up from her to take off his shirt. Even Yara couldn't help but gaze intently at his tattoos. They trailed his back, arms, neck, chest, bringing more attention to his muscles.

He dipped back down to her "I own you" he spoke biting down on her nipple, bringing out a little cry from deep within her throat. He sucked her tits, his saliva covering them, the wetness and aggressiveness of his touch making her already tremble.

"No you don't......I'm not owned by anyone" she let the lie fall from her lips, because deep down she knew he owned her, he possessed her. Him.

He reached out, his fingers curling possessively around her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You'll learn your place" he whispered, his breath cold against her skin, laced with a sinister promise.

In that moment, she could see the darkness within him, a storm brewing, ready to unleash itself at the slightest provocation. She shivered at his kisses that now trailed down her waist. She wanted to push him away but his strong grip on her weak wrists held her in place.

"Do you really think you can escape this?" He pecked her thigh, making sure to keep his eyes fixed on her trembling face.

"W-what makes you think I can't escape?" Yara could see him smirking as he placed one last kiss on her thigh before abruptly flipping her over and landing a sharp slap that echoed through the room on her throbbing ass. A loud guttural squeal left her mouth as she fisted the bed sheet. His hand left a red mark on her already bruised ass.

"You're a weak little slut Yara, of course you can't escape" he flipped her back over, watching her as she cried. Tears shimmered in her eyes, her breaths coming fast and uneven. He grasped her thighs firmly yanking her closer to his body despite her resistance, her pushes only fuelling his sinister anger. Holding her thighs apart, he got a good view of her glistening cunt.

Yara's heart pounded as she twisted and turned, her mind racing, her emotions raw and tangled. Every part of her rebelled, but he held her steady, his expression unreadable as he looked down at her.

"Stupid little girl" his nickname for her made her want to cry even more.

Dipping his head down in between her legs, not being able to control himself any longer, his lips made contact with her dripping pussy, roughly moving his tongue on her pussy, practicality devouring it. Her moan shot through the air, her hands gripping his hair making him release a low growl that vibrated on her pussy lips. His tongue teased her, circling her pulsing clit, moving down her folds.

"Alejandro, please stop" she spoke but her words didn't match with her movements.

"You don't really want me to do that, do you?" His hoarse voice on her pussy sent her into overdrive, arching her body and throwing her head back. She still hadn't learnt her lesson of responding to which he lightly bit her clit causing her to wince in pain and attempt to push his head away from her. He looked up at her, his mouth still moving against her pulsing pussy, licking up her juices, watching her every movement.

She looked down at him, at the way his mouth moved against her, so skilled, she hated it.

"I do! Please just stop......!" she screamed and thrashed against him. She could feel his smirk on her folds. He continued to look at her trembling figure whilst flicking his tongue against her clit, holding her legs apart, stopping her from constantly trying to close them. Every time she would stop replying to him he would bite and flick her sensitive clit causing her to try and push him away. She was stuck in a limbo of pleasure and pain. She would find herself grasping onto his hair pulling him closer at times and at other times she would try and push him away, the mix of the two m becoming too much to handle for her.

He continued to suck on her throbbing clit, licking up her delicious juices hungrily. His actions becoming more desperate, rougher, more passionate.

"Tell me Yara....." his hand moved from her thigh, nearing her soaking wet pussy.

"Am I the first to touch you like this?" He paused, plunging his middle finger into her cunt. She let out a piercing cry as his finger grazed her tight hole. "Fucking answer me" he roared thrusting his middle finger in and out of her whilst devouring her clit, a feeling she was so unfamiliar to. He looked up at her, watching her helpless little face plead for mercy.

"Answer......"

She couldn't form a sentence "I-......" her eyes widened when he took her clit between his teeth as punishment for not answering.

"Maybe......" he hated her response, it triggered him. He thrusted another finger into her earning another cry.

"Who?" He demanded an answer as he angrily fingered her inexperienced pussy. Thrusting in and out in deep strokes, earning a guttural moan each time.

"I'll fucking kill him" he spoke moving up to her jaw, harshly kissing it, still ploughing his fingers inside of her.

"Tell me Yara, who the fuck has touched you like this" he bellowed, using his free hand to squeeze her jaw in a menacing grip, making her hiss. He withdrew his hand mid-stroke, bringing his drenched fingers up to her face and shoving them in her mouth, making her taste her own juices.

"Does he make you this wet?" He dug his fingers deeper into the back of the throat. Inflaming her gag reflexes. She let out a muffled sob.....

"Does he? Hm, Yara, fucking does he?" His anger peaked, making her vigorously shake her head. The truth was no guy had ever even seen her naked but she didn't want to add to his ego by telling him the truth so she lied.

He sharply pulled his fingers from her mouth, thrusting them back into her cunt, juices collecting in the palms of his hand whilst he waited for a reply. "No....." she croaked out.

"Good, fucking good" he growled. His face delving into her neck, taking in her sweet sent whilst his fingers curled into the walls of her pussy.

She hated how he was taking something from her that she didn't give him permission to take. She hated how the need within her grew with each thrust, she hated how he turned her own body against herself. She hated everything about him and yet she laid there trembling in his touch, trying to fight off her desire and urge to orgasm.

As she neared her orgasm she whimpered out louder and louder, only making him thrust rougher and rougher. She pushed at his chest, her mind and body arguing with each other over what was right and what was wrong.

"Tell me, what have you learnt from this" he spoke a smirk growing on his face.

"What?" She could barely even hear what he said, the sound of his fingers slapping against her pussy filled the entire room.

"What have you learnt Cariño?" His raspy voice spoke, becoming impatient for an answer.

"I- I don't know......" She purred. Unhappy with her response he took her clit between his teeth, pulling on it. Her body arched in pain as he continued to tug on her sensitive nub.

"T-that I shouldn't go to café's?" He let out a small chuckle at her response, slowly letting her clit escape from in between his perfect teeth.

"Oh yeah?" He spoke his fingers slapping against her pussy, fingering her slowly into submission.

"Alejandro.....I can't take....it anymore" she let out a long cry, her hands fisted his hair as she arched her back into the bed.

"Cum for me slut" With one last stroke she threw her head back, her eyes rolling. Her whole body trembling, her throat letting out a cry of pleasure as juices gushed from her tender pussy out into Alejandro's mouth. She shuddered as he continued on, still licking up her juices, his tongue still teasing her clit making her quiver even more under his harsh touch. He lifted his head up looking at her state, her eyes were watering.

Her heavy pants could be heard from the next room. She was breathless.

She wanted to cry after her orgasm. She wasted her innocence on a man who was pure evil and the worst part was she didn't even have a choice. Anger surged through her for him taking something she worked hard to not let anyone take.

"What did you learn Yara?" He asked once again, her body still shuddering.

"I don't fucking know Alejandro!" she seethed, frustrated. She just wanted to be left alone, she didn't want to answer any of his manipulative questions.

Her sudden burst of emotion only made him more entertained.

He let out a bitter laugh "feisty....." he mocked.

"Now tell me what lesson you learnt" he spoke, getting off the bed, lighting a cigarette. Completely ignoring her outburst.

"That next time I shouldn't lie" she murmured harshly wiping away the angry tears that betrayed her.

"Good....now don't make me have to punish you again Yara" she rolled her eyes at his comment. Like he cared, he enjoyed punishing her, he'd always go out of his way to find something to punish her about.

She watched as Alejandro opened the clear glass doors to his massive balcony. Thinking of all the ways he would earn control over her. This was just the beginning for him. His touch was her weakness. He was her weakness.

She was left alone in his room, Yara didn't know what to do with herself. So she just cried, cried reminiscing over his forceful touch. The way she was no longer the innocent girl her parents had thought her out to be. All because of him, that monster. She got off the bed, putting on her bra and then her dress.

She didn't know what to do. Was she allowed to leave? Should she leave even if she wasn't? She was confused and so she decided to take a few deep breaths and calm down her emotions. Afterwards, she walked out to the balcony being met with the cold air. She looked closely at Alejandro, noticing things about him that she failed to notice before. Like the scars on his back......she couldn't help but wonder why he got the scars.

"Alejandro?" Her timid voice called out to him. He took one last puff of his cigarette before glancing at Yara for a second, then turning back to the night sky. He always looked at peace when he was outside, staring up into the darkness, Yara thought to herself.

He grunted "Hm"

"Can you do something for me?" She looked up at him, watching as he stomped his cigarette on the ground.

He studied her as she turned around "can you zip up my dress?" She hesitated whilst waiting for him. She heard his footsteps coming closer to her.

His hand lingered on her waist, his other hand moving her hair out of the way. His fingers lightly brushing against her neck, making her hairs prick up. He then moved his hand to the zip, slowly moving the zip upwards, closing her dress.

He couldn't help but lean closer to her body, engulfing it in his embrace, dipping down to rest his chin on her shoulder. His arms snaked across her front, fingers absentmindedly making circular motions on her stomach.

They stayed there for a few minutes before Alejandro pulled away. He had never held a girl the way he held her. He hated it, he loathed the way she made him weak.

"I have to go Yara"

"W-where?" She questioned, wanting to feel the warmth of his skin on hers again.

"To a strip club, so I can fuck a girl who knows how to properly satisfy me" Yara looked down at the floor, hurt by his words. This is why she didn't want to give in, she knew she'd just become a side piece. She forced herself to gulp down the lump in her throat.

"Fuck you" she spat before brushing past him and leaving his room.

He stood there, unfazed by her words, his hands shoved into his pockets. A cold smirk playing on his lips.

The thought of fucking a stripper made him hard, but he quickly dismissed it, feeling a twisted satisfaction in the idea that he could have what he wanted without giving in to weakness. In fact, Yara's jealousy and hurt had gotten him harder than the thought of fucking a stranger. No matter how much his lust ached, he knew he had to control himself for when Yara would finally give in.

A/n

Sort of a long chapter lol